Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.